Twenty-one year
old Laura Sedgwick is a rebel without a cause. Her only plans for life are to
make no plans. She revels in her fascination of the unexpected as she navigates
her way through mid -1990’s Dallas
nightlife. One very bad night brings her face to face with the one man likely
to change her mind about…well...everything.

Twenty-three
year old Seth Whitaker has every intention of seeing through with his well
mapped out life. He is a hard working over-achiever that has no intentions of
slowing his pace for anyone. With a fierce determination to not let life pass
him by without taking a huge bite, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to the
one distraction that could keep him from his best laid plans. Little did he
know his determination to keep his life on track would be the very thing to
trigger the events that change the course of both their lives.

In this life
she had only done one thing right...

...and she was
his only chance at salvation.

Review:

This is an amazing love story that will tug at your heart strings!I
have said many times that a good book to me is one that gets all of
your emotions going at some point through out the book; Room 212 did not
disappoint. I was pissed at Seth and at Laura, A LOT! It is very
hard reading how two very stubborn people come together and interact
with each other. I cried for Laura and then I cried for Seth. Even
though they brought a lot upon themselves, I couldn't help but to ache
for them.They had fun together and I was able to laugh at some of the situations they would get themselves into.Kate
did a great job at describing what each character was feeling and I
was unable to put the book down when I was reading, I had to know what
was going to happen next.

Reading a book from a new or unknown
author is something that I love doing. Room 212 by Kate Stewart was
definitely one of those instances. And, I am very glad that I was given
the opportunity to read this book; I would recommend this to anyone who
wants to read a good love story.

Kate
Stewart, a native of Dallas, now resides in Charleston, S.C.
She moved to the city three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of
8 years, declaring the city her creative muse. Since her move in 2010, she has
launched a photography and event planning business as well as written her first
novel, TITAN. She lives with her husband of 7 years, Nick, who is featured on
the cover of the novel. Her second novel Room 212 is set to publish March 2014.

All I was feeling
was showing in the bathroom mirror on my reddened face. I was having a hard
time enjoying it, instead of being terrified. I cupped some water from the
faucet and swallowed, willing myself to get it together. I walked into the hall
of the long corridor that led back to the rooftop door and found Seth waiting
for me, arms crossed over his chest, casually leaning against the wall. I stood
on the opposite wall, placing my hands behind my back. I felt a drop of water
drip from my bottom lip onto my chest and slide into the V of my dress. I saw his
eyes follow it with envy as he spokes his first words to me.

“You are all I think about, and I come here
and you look…like this,” he breathed the words to me and I felt them on every
inch of my body. I moved to go to him and he made a small gesture that kept me
where I was. He still wanted to play and I was game.

“What do you think
about?”

“Your laugh, the way
your voice is raspy in the morning when you wake up, the arch of your perfect
feet, the way your hair falls over your face when you’re on top of me, the way
this feels right now and every time I’m with you.”

I pulled my leg
through the thigh high slit in my dress propping my heel on the wall behind me
and smiled. He cursed as he came toward me in a blur. He stopped himself inches
away, placing both hands on the side of my face against the wall.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Cash is determined to fight his newfound attraction to
Clair. She’s a good girl, sweet, gentle and kind. Not qualities he’s usually
interested in. But things have changed. She’s changed. And now that Clair is in
danger he’s finding it harder to keep himself under control.

Clair is sick of being the sweet girl nobody notices.
Its time to be the girl she always wanted to be. But in the process she’s
caught the attention of someone else, someone dangerous, someone who now wants
to hurt her.

Can Cash protect her from this new threat? And keep it
in his hands off her, even though there’s no denying the attracting between
them?

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

When
Carter is killed in combat, he leaves behind his heartbroken wife, Avery and
his shattered best friend Remy. Naturally these two wounded souls gravitate
together, irresistibly drawn by the loss of the one they both loved, as well as
their deep friendship with each other. But when that friendship starts to turn
into something more, new problems arise.

Will
Avery be able to move on after losing the love of her life?

Will
Remy be able to fill the void left by the loss of his best friend? Or will this
new chance at love cost them all they have?

Jude lives in Montreal, Canada. She is the proud mother of a five year old son, and has spent the last twelve years with her partner, Cedric.
French is her native language, but she prefers to write in her second language, English.
Besides working full time in a law firm and being a mother, Jude has a passion for books, both reading and writing them.
She is currently working on Ophelia.

She got into her seat and drove us to I-didn’t-know-where-yet. The music was playing softly in the car. I was having difficulty with noises, they were making me irritable but the melody was nice so I was okay. We were getting closer to Avery's house. At least I hoped we were going to her house, because I was frightened to be alone. I needed her, in more than one way. When she turned to the right, I knew we were going to her place because my house was over on the left. I bit the inside of my cheeks to subdue a smile. A few seconds later, Avery parked the car in her driveway. She undid my safety belt, then hers. She got out of the car to help me out, then grabbed my bag and arm-in-arm we walked to her door.''Calm down, girl. I'm not dying, I'm okay. I can feel your body trembling.''''I can't calm down, Remy.'' She unlocked the door and pushed it open. ''I lost Carter, okay? He's gone,'' she cried. ''And I came this close,'' she showed me a tiny gap between her fingers, ''this close, to losing you too, and that tore me apart.'' She put my bag on the table. ''When Megan told me what happened, I passed out, because I couldn’t believe I was going to have to go through this again. We waited twenty-four hours before we finally got the news that you were alive.''I felt terrible. ''I'm sorry, girl, I'm so sorry.'' I pulled her towards me and wrapped my arm around her. She cried and she sobbed against my t-shirt. Ave was in a terrible mess. ''I promised you I would come back, and I did.'' I kissed her hair. ''I’m so sorry I had to come back in such a dramatic way.''''You're alive, Remy.'' She almost never called me by my first name. ''It's all that matters.''''I know, Avery.''We were silent for a moment, her sobs calming down and she regained control of herself. It broke my heart to see her like this, she'd seemed so strong at the hospital and I was just realizing it was a facade. In that instant, I knew we both needed rest and we both had a lot on our minds.''I think I need to lay down, Ave, I'm getting a little dizzy. I'll go to my room.'' She squeezed me with all of her strength, one last time, before releasing me.I got to the guest room. There was a bouquet of daisies on the night table. She'd changed the sheets and comforter on the bed for a navy blue one. I made it to the bed just in time, my vision had gone blurry. I sat on the corner of the bed and closed my eyes. The fact that she wanted me to stay here was great, but damn, this was fucked up. She still continued to ignore everything I'd said to her. It made me anxious and the best thing I could do was lie down and chill out. Being around her was even harder now. I put my arm over my eyes, to hide away from the light in the room. Turning it off required too much physical effort for now.''Remy, are you okay?'' Her voice was low.''Can you turn the light off, please?''She did and then removed my shoes. I shifted up on the bed and she placed my legs under the comforter. ''Do you feel any pain?''''It's not too bad, I can manage.'' My head hurt constantly, no matter what I did. In my shoulder, the bullet had torn a muscle and damaged the bone severely. They had to screw the bone together in three different places. It would never be as strong as it used to be, but at least I was alive.''Okay...'' She stayed in the room looking at me. It had me confused, did she want to talk or something?''Is everything OK, Ave?'' I needed to know.She nodded. ''It's just good to have you here. I missed you.''Okay, she was giving signs she wanted to talk, but I thought maybe she wasn’t ready just yet.''I missed you too, girl.'' I smiled.She returned my smile with one of her own, she seemed suddenly shy and her cheeks flushed. ''I thought about what you said to me a lot. It scared me at first but then, I felt like I already knew about it. Things cleared up in my mind. How you were always looking after me, always making sure I was okay. I should have known, but I only had eyes for Carter. I still love and miss him every single day.'' She took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes. ''But... I felt things were different prior to your deployment and I understand now. I didn’t hate it, I liked it. Being closer to you makes me feel better. I need it, but I can't promise you more than that.''''What are you saying, exactly, Avery?'' I could feel a wave of tingles rush through my body. What did she mean? It was so out of character for her to be so shy.''I’m saying I still love Carter, I probably always will, but I also like you and need to be around you. I can't promise you anything, but we could try and see if it would work out.''''I’m not a consolation prize, Avery.''

Lila Rose has moved about Australia a lot of her life. Now she lives in country Victoria Australia with her husband and two children. When she isn't writing she's helping her husband with the family business. Lila has always dabbled in writing, though, only recently her debut novel Holding Out was released on December 4th 2013.

Be sure to keep an eye out for more from the Hawks Motorcycle Club series, coming soon!

Erin Evans is the kind of girl no guy wants to be in a relationship with. She’s controlling and never backs down when she thinks she’s right.

Knowing this, and rightfully fearing her last few years in her twenties will be like the last five, she looks for some adventure.

That’s when her best friend convinces her to go on vacation with her to the Bahamas.

On the land of white sand, coconut rum, and a cloudless sky, what she never expects is to meet Tyler Weston, a local bar tender with a sweet tongue for the pretty girls. He’s tattooed, entertaining, and living the dream in paradise as he sets her drinks and world on fire.

As the moon lights the city, Erin unexpectedly becomes infatuated with Tyler and his bartending skills when he offers her a challenge to try his Black Magic drink.

With a mission to now try every drink on the menu, one night she can barely remember turns into two weeks of exciting possibilities she never saw coming.

Can Erin put aside her cynical side and let the dirty mouthed bartender show her what island life is really like?

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Excerpt

“Sounds like you have it all figured out, don’t you?”

A satisfied smile crossed his face. “Uh-huh.”

“I bet you have a dirty mouth, too?”

By the look on his face, it was fairly obvious he was about to say something dirty. “Sweetheart, you’d be surprised what that mouth can get me and what it can do for you.”

“Wow.” I threw my head back. “You’re so fucking arrogant.”

“Arrogance is a blessing.”

“How so?”

“No matter what you say” — he winked — “you want a man with confidence.”

He had me there.

A raucous burst of laughter brought me out of my island boy trance.

I brought the glass to my lips, finishing my drink, and watched a group of intoxicated girls grind on each other. Next to them, there was a group of men watching, drooling, and then taking them home.

“A girl really did a shot off a guy’s dick?”

Tyler grinned and held up the bottle of tequila in one hand, the other one undoing his belt buckle. “Wanna try?”

“Oh, uh.” I swallowed, and I thought he sensed maybe I wasn’t drunk enough for that, but it did sound appealing to me. I wouldn’t mind putting my mouth on him for sure, the thought tempting, even if I just envisioned it in my mind.

Before I had a lot of time to think about it, Tyler looked around the bar. It was empty for the most part, so he patted the bar. “Hop up here, city girl.”

“On the bar?”

He raised an eyebrow, setting the bottle of tequila on the bar and then placing two limes and salt beside it. “Yeah, what the fuck does ‘hop up here’ mean in city terms?”

“All right, let’s do it.” I gave a nod, as if to prepare myself.

“Off my dick?” You couldn’t miss the eagerness in his voice.

“Uh, no. Something else.”

I jumped slightly when his hands touched my exposed knees, pulling them apart. He then grabbed the salt shaker and made me get on the bar. He moved between my legs, putting his hands on my thighs again. With a firm grip he slid me forward and stood so his chest was in line with mine, so close I could finally smell him. He smelled like summer, warm sand, rum and cologne, fresh and clean.

He let go of me and then drew back far enough that he could raise his hands to pull his T-shirt over his shoulders. Goddamn, was he muscular and tanned. Dark markings scattered his chest and arms with what appeared to be about twenty or thirty different tattoos. I didn’t have a single tattoo, and the thought of getting even one terrified me. But part of me was really excited right then because now I knew he didn’t have a cat’s ass on his stomach. I could work with this.

I snuck a peek at his body again, just one more and proudly noticed him doing the same thing.

Oh yeah, I could definitely work with this.

We stared at each other for a moment, Zac Brown Band bellowing through the bar.

I was fairly modest in my attempt at a body shot and did one off his neck. Licking his soft but rough skin, I took my shot and then sucked on the lime in my hand. He said nothing, showed no real reaction other than his arms tensing when I licked his neck.

We sat there, staring at each other.

It was his turn.

Slowly he bent down to my neck, his lips on my collar bone, but he didn’t stay there. He surprised me when he moved lower, and lower. When he reached my thighs, he slowly spread them apart, his thumbs on my inner thighs, just inches above my knees.

I moaned, tossing my head back. “Of course you’d do that.”

He looked up at me, his head between my legs. “Nice panties.”

“Stop looking.”

I went to close my legs, but he caught them in his firm grip, prying them apart. “I don’t think so. You owe me.”

His mouth moved in, closer, and then closer. The heat from his breath and the humidity had me sweating like crazy. No way did I want his mouth down there. I tried to pull him up by his shoulders, but he knocked my hands away and shook his head.

With his mouth on my left thigh, he slowly licked a trail upward until his nose hit the bottom of my dress. Drawing back just slightly, he reached beside him for the salt, sprinkling it over the path his tongue had just made. Reaching up he placed the lime in my mouth.

Is he serious?

Yep. Looks like it.

I took the lime, willingly. He grabbed the shot and lowered himself once more between my legs. Wanting to tease him, and maybe torture myself, I spread my legs a little farther apart.

He smiled, his eyes a little darker as his hair fell in his face. Nothing was being said, but this was by far the sexiest shot I’d ever experienced.

With absolutely no hesitation, he licked the path he made with the salt, his tongue flat and wet against my overly heated skin. The sensation shot through my body, causing me to jump on contact. He noticed and gripped my thighs a little tighter, holding me still.

Pulling away, he threw his head back and took the shot, and then brought himself to my mouth. At some point I had bitten down on the lime; the juice squeezed down my chin and neck. Licking my neck, then chin, capturing the juices, he then took the lime, smiling the entire time.

Our lips never touched, and I was sadly disappointed. I wanted to kiss him.

He leaned toward me and brought his lips to my ear. “Now imagine that…higher….” His left hand, which was on my thigh, still moved higher until the pad of his thumb was between my legs. He stroked his thumb over my clit, separated from his skin by the thin wetness of my panties, with just enough pressure that I wanted to scream and then shove his entire hand up there. To say my body was now officially more liquefied than the drinks that this delicious looking bartender served to his customers would be the biggest understatement of the night. I needed him as much as I needed my next breath. Praying that this night ended the way I’d envisioned because this ache wasn’t going to go away on its own.

Other novels by Chelsea Landon

Something Worth Saving

It was one night, one fate and something tragic destroying something beautiful.

Heavy sheets of smoke curling and rolling together constricting my visions of this life I had.

You see that there?

That wrenching pain in your gut knowing not everything as it seems?

Look closer. That nervous energy you now have, stumbling over words you can’t say, a voice muffled under a mask, a moaning plea to be saved, slurred words on the tip of your tongue, there’s the something tragic.

When I have nothing left to give, nothing left to say, it’s him that brings me back to the moment, in the arms of my firefighter, the warmth of his heart and body, struggling to save his family.

He doesn’t knock when he comes in, he never needs to. He knows, as well as I do, my door is always open, waiting.

I crave him. I do. He knows this, I think, I know, and I believe he craves me too. Why else would he come back?

It’s his determination and his will that gets me. That determination keeps me waiting for him in a dreary bay. I’ve always heard my friends say they wanted the rich guy to take them out of this small town that seems to hold us all captive.

Lincoln wasn’t that guy. At first look, he’s a fisherman, married to the sea and weighted by her waves.

Who is he to me?

He’s someone who gives just enough.

He shows me a different way of thinking. A way to give more than just enough.

Author Info

A stay-at-home mom, Chelsea spends her days drinking entirely too much caffeine, baking sugar-sweet treats she never eats, playing on Pinterest, and jotting down notes for her novels. A dreamer at heart, she’s been creating happily-ever-afters. She’s a lover, a writer, a dreamer, would rather type than speak, wants to remember everything, loves lots of ice in her drinks, and is slightly introverted.